Food for folks who have yet to figure it all out

Carrot Dogs

We went to the West Coast CrossFit Regionals in Portland on Saturday. Garr loooovvvveeeesssss CrossFit. Like, gets up at 3:30 am every weekday to do CrossFit loves. He’s also insanely good at it and I will be forcing him to compete next year if for nothing other than the fact he made me watch a documentary about CrossFit once and the wives get kind of famous too.

I asked him days in advance what one wears to a CrossFit competition. He tells me to be casual. I can work with casual. I curl my hair and put on jeans and a little top and sandals. Casual. We roll up in this place & I look like I have arrived to be crowned queen of the ball in comparison to my fellow spectators. I am the only human being in jeans and any footwear other than tennis shoes. Every woman is in workout gear, booty shorts if I’m being specific. Booty shorts EVERYWHERE. Everywhere you look – booty. I’m not judging, I am JEALOUS. The courage!